We sat down yesterday with the kids to discuss our plans for lent. Each of theirs individually, and ours as a family.
We talked about our family’s theme (which is actually my theme, but I’m the mom … so … what I say …). We discussed the prayer about Christ having no body but ours. Henry quickly reminded me of the song we know with those words. (Which we used as homeschooling anthem a few years ago).
We talked about how each of us needs to think of Jesus before we speak to one another in an unkind tone. How we could all use this season to remember all the things we appreciate about each other — we are all God’s children, and brothers and sisters in Christ. If we think of him in all we do, our relationship with Him will change and with each other, too. And wouldn’t that be nice? And — after all — look at what our brother did for us.
“What?” Lillian questioned.
“He died on the cross.”
“But I don’t want Jesus to die. ‘Cause he’s walking around in my heart.”
Which is good. I’m glad she gets that part (sort 0f) and can only pray it sees her through.
Because after 7 a.m. mass and receiving ashes, she announced she needed to wash her face right away. I explained she could tell her friends at school that Ash Wednesday marks the day that Jesus went off to pray in the desert. And she quickly said, “Why would I want to tell anyone THAT?” Then marched in the bathroom.
Then in the mid-afternoon she melted in a puddle on the floor crying that she was exhausted from coloring her Lenten calendar and couldn’t do it anymore. Not quite how I was hoping this long season would start.
Wait, what’s my theme? Lentamente or insanity. Oh yeah, that was it.